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Feeling the Wind Ripple Through Your Mane

Plot: This is a herd of Wild Mustangs. We are next on BLM's list to be round up, but think small cramp corrals Yuck >< We want to be free, and be able to feel the wind ripple through your mane. It is also about these horses' daily struggle to survive. Good Luck! Sorta what the meadow looks like Name: Gender: (Also we need a stallion who is the leader) Age: (Remember be reasonable not 25ish xD) Colors: Eye Color: Any other things: Personality (put a word or two) Name: Running Brook aka Brook Gender: Mare Age: 6 years Colors: grullo dun An example^^ Eye Color: Brown Any other things: Had a foal but the foal got rounded up XC Personality: Feisty, out going I grazed looking out over the terrain it was mostly grass but it was specked with bushes and trees. I loved it here I couldn't think what it would be like to have it all taken away from me. I tried pushing those thoughts out of my mind and continued grazing.

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<i>Brightmane:</i><br /><br />The mare looked up from her grazing as the wind picked up, making the meadow ripple like water and blowing her mane into her face. Carried on the wind was the sound of a loud whinny. She swept her ears up and cocked her head, nostrils flaring curiously. She took a few hesitant steps towards the sound.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>Stonestep:</i><br /><br />Hearing Running Brook's greeting echo across the meadow, the stocky stallion glanced across the waving grass to where Brook was prancing up to two other horses. He watched their interactions with interest, then blew through his nostrils as the sorrel mare reacted with almost un-horselike coldness. He flicked an ear and turned back to keeping an eye out for humans and pumas, shifting from hoof to hoof on the hard rock of his vantage point.
Name: Stonestep<br />Gender: Stallion (possibly leader, if that's okay?)<br />Age: 12<br />Colors: pale dun with pangare markings and excessive light hairs in the mane and tail<br />Eye Color: rosy brown<br />Any other things: a bit stocky for a Mustang<br />Personality: strong-willed and stouthearted, level-headed, with a little bit of a temper.<br />Photo: <a href="http://slime-stock.deviantart.com/art/Stormy-3-156839090?q=gallery:horse-resources/23869376&qo=103">stock photo by Slime-Stock</a> (yes, the horse in the photo is a Fjord horse, not a Mustang. consider it a markings reference only)
Name: Brightmane<br />Gender: Mare (female)<br />Age: 8 years<br />Colors: Bay, with white stockings, a star and a snip, as well as a cream tail and a large cream splash in her mane.<br />Eye Color: deep brown<br />Any other things: slightly swaybacked<br />Personality: friendly, calm, but not afraid to hand out the odd well-placed kick should the situation call for it.<br />Photo: <a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/resources/stockart/animals/mammals/?qh=&section=&q=mustang#/d32blus">stock photo by Jaded-Night-Stock</a>
Name: Phoenix Ashes(likes to be called Phoenix though)<br />Gender:female <br />Age:4 years <br />Colors:black with curly mane<br />Eye Color:black with a little yellow on the edges<br />Any other things:has a white star that she hides with her mane and her first foal died after a cowboy shot it<br />Personality:Caring brave <br /> Breed:Pure bred Friesian
I saw that this mare looked more like the loner type I waked away tail sagging.
I saw that this mare looked more like the loner type I waked away tail sagging.
Mane tickled my nostrils as my ears flicked this way and that catching the sounds that the field had to offer to me. The scurrying of small creatures to get out from under my large hooves, the calls of birds as they dart from tree to tree, and then a whinny cuts through all of that. <br />Ears flick backwards and I can't help the snort that escapes me. Did she have to whinny like that? Frustration coiled inside me but I knew it wasn't really her, it was other stress. Continuing forwards on my path I throw a nod towards Brook before moving around her to avoid a heartfelt greeting. Feelings aren't really me.
I looked up and in the distance I saw 2 horses, a stallion and a mare I whinnied a greeting and galloped over towards them.
Name:Tally<br />Age:5 years<br />Gender: Mare<br />Looks:Deep sorrel splashed with whites. Large white blaze along with one white stocking and a white "lightning bolt" along her belly and up her side.<br />Eye Color:Deep hazel.<br />Personality:Hell raiser. She's all bite and as fierce as a mountain lion.<br />History: Born into another herd Tally found herself soon abandoned when her old herd was rounded up. Barely weaned she soon found her way to the current herd, but the gentle foal she'd started out as is gone. She's all fire now.<br />Picture: ----
Name:Storm<br />Age:7 years<br />Gender: Stallion<br />Looks: Solid black with a blaze down his face<br />Eye Color: Brownish black<br />Personality: Strong-willed tough<br />History: Was born alone, no mother he learned from the other adult horses.<br />Picture: Wil get one soon :)<br />

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